how I adore you. Shall I count the ways?

1. Bam! Pow! VOV! You look like cartoon characters should be drinking you.

Vov

2. Until you’re poured into a glass. Then you look like porn stars should be drinking you.

MENTAL PHOTO HERE

3. You taste like the pastry chef got sloshed on Marsala while whipping up some zabaglione & accidentally poured in his entire stash—because that’s exactly what you are, you drunken custard!
(Per the label: sugar, Marsala, water, extra alcohol & egg yolks. Certo, legge píu bellamente in italiano: zucchero, Marsala fine, acqua, alcool, tuorlo d’uovo…super-sigh…)

4. You’re only found in Italy. Would it were that the same could be said of me. You & me. Together.

Lov,
Denveater